Here's the rub....

The name is Arty. Relax and fill a pipe with me. You got some talking you want to do? Don't let me stop you. Spill. After all, it's a free country.

You want to get comfortable? Do so....your case might just resemble the case I'm on. That said, we might have a mutual interest in seeing the johns stay away for a little while. Of course sooner or later they'll come around—they always do—flashing the buzzer and wanting some answers. But for now, everything's jake.

Go hed, light up. Just watch where you throw that paper match.

Let me refill that glass for you. This bottle ain't hurtin' nobody tonight. It's the right stuff alright.

Now if you have a story to tell you better be gettin' on with it. Send me it and I'll look it over. The address is: artyk4320@yahoo.com. If I like it fine and it makes enough sense I'll print it and then we'll have a chance to talk it over....before the detectives come knockin' wantin' their answers like they always do.

here's three feet of bourbon to chew on; and hello to you

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Welcome.

Sit.

I'll fix us drinks.

We'll eat a couple of martinis.

Slide a cigarette in your mouth. Your eyes keep flashing around the room. What? Too dim for you?

That's okey for right now.

Take the breeze.

Now get comfortable.

You start the conversation if you want to.

 Huh? What do we talk about?  How 'bout let's discuss the case we both seem to be working on?

But don't touch your hand to your side pocket. I already know you've got some iron in there.

I just hope it's enough. Don't bring a little parlor gun to this party.

Calm yourself pally. It's going to be a long night. And the fog is just starting to roll in.

Now what did you say your name was?